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❝ She's like an angel; innocence, wings and all... And yet she's the most problematic thing in the world. ❞
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇- October 1, 2004, one more child
is born and the mother begs him to take h...
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"Klaus? Y/n?"
Diego called from the motel hallway when he got there. Noticing one of the room doors open, he checked inside only to see Patch on the ground dead.
"No, no, no! Eudora! No, no, no! Eudora!" He took off his gloves and ran towards her now dead and cold body. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no..." He muttered cupping her face.
Looking down at the blood on her chest his eyes began to water. The bullet had penetrated through her back and most likely into her heart. Her blood had stained her blue shirt and brown jacket. How could she just go in by herself?
Diego pounded his fist into the ground frustratedly, starting to blame himself. He then began to sob, letting all the tears out knowing he was just by himself and nobody was there to judge him for crying out.
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"I was on my way. I was..." He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear as he looked down at her.
"Why didn't you wait?" His vision went blurry from his tears before hearing the blaring sirens from the police cars outside. Diego knew if they found him standing over her body, they'd think that he killed her. But it wasn't that way because he loved her dearly. To the point where it was unfathomable
"I gotta go, okay? I can't be here when they come, okay?" He looked down at her cold body before getting up and grabbing his things.
Before heading out, he noticed a crumpled receipt from Griddy's Doughnuts. Quickly examining it, he held it in his hands before running off. He was going to make those bastards pay.
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I get off the bus covered in blood and pain. It was early morning and I didn't know where I was. I just then began walking down the sidewalk in some look for a familiar place. The academy even. Some people even gave me some weird looks. Saying that I was a young teenager with a black eye and covered in her own blood.
It wasn't until ten minutes of walking that I came across a familiar building that Diego had mentioned of before. 'Fighting Line Boxing.' This was the place that he worked at.
